Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was a waitress in a highway caf
Poured coffee from dusk dawn
But she was heart broken twenty four a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She'd sing with a in her eye
The headlights were
The big wheels turning
Her sweetheart come bye and bye

park his great semi off Route Sixty Four
She'd blush a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the
And he'd a corned beef on rye

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The was blaring
His soft were staring
The corned beef would bye and bye

All the drivers that night, so they say
She'd her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase stood in the hall

And the hours passed by even as the trucks by
Out on the
And then two highway patrolmen came into the place
Shook the rain from hats and as the poor girl
Brought them coffee, she overheard the words that they said

"Oh Curly, did you see that old flattened out
Like your damn up by the predicament tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack knifed son of a bitch
Slicker owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a ol' hog
Waiting on him the line somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them they got
To out a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces"

Now is a small truck stop on Route Sixty Four
If you happen to be by
But there's a trucker who never stops in
And a waitress who wished she why

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's who's listening
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
There's someone listening
In highway caf in the sky